I Don’t Have The Right Words. If You’re Hurting, Get Help

You’re were a broken piece of shit.
Terrorized by those who were supposed to love you
The pain was in your bones and muscles and mind
You could not find love
You were feral
You went to booze and cigarettes and drugs
They always wore off. The orgie never stuck
There was always another morning
To fuck out and numb on forever

It could have been anyone
It could have been all of us
We wanted to teach you how to love
Your life but when our paths last crossed
We had not yet learned it well enough to teach

You weren’t the grass that grows
on the lava rock.
Nor The tree that towers on edge of the cliff.
You weren’t the dandelion on yeppy suburbanite’s green
You didn’t survive. You couldn’t hack it.
You couldn’t love the pain
so you couldn’t love your life
And you couldn’t love us
And we couldn’t love you
And now it doesn’t matter, dinosaur
You dumb ass star dust, you rotting corpse
You fucking human, you damned animal
Now you don’t matter

Author: annieepoetry

I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs. Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write But Becareful lovers tell zingers and often break hearts Milky Way Earth U.S.A Madison WI

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